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Ego
Ego: a blood for reign, a blood of thought
Calm: a state of bliss, a state of art
Control; the flow that flows within,
Art: color of thoughts run forever within
Stop; coalesce and return awry,
Calm: a state of art, a state of sway
Cycles: stories never told,
Always thought, through unfold
Ego: art of thought, art of reign,
Calm: part at heart, part at brain.
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Discomfort
Silence, all I need,
But discomfort is what the air feeds
Is it a war between it and I
Or do I win by making a comply?
To see the light, one shall stand in the dark,
A feeling of bad, of unworthy luck;
If Art had happened in the first draft,
Who would try and be at last?
With persevering thoughts, there was I,
In a war between it, in a war between I;
Discomfort, a terrain of ups and downs,
Guiding my way, a compass there it was;
A tool without blades,
One that guides one that dares;
A war between it,
A war between I.
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Voyage
Sail the sea, cross the land,
Scour for more than what's at hand;
Across the mountains, luck shall draw near,
So far but so close, like one that's in a dream;
Buckle your armor and for the battle to surround,
Hold the one piece, the one hope at hand.
Pebble encounters shape one's life,
How would a battle end and how would winners arise?
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Truth, or Dare?
A wheel of truth, a game of dare,
Who shall win? Who shall care?
In the midst of it all,
What shall rise? What shall fall?
Round and round, it spins anew,
Who remains, and who bids adieu?
The ending's unclear,
But the cycle is all here.
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Light...
Cohesion, space in time,
A depiction in a single rhyme;
The fuel shall linger inside,
Bottled and kept in hide;
To let out the light, let out the light,
keeping one it out o' one's sight;
Depiction is an art,
Indistinguishable from one's thought.
A single rhyme, a universe it brought.
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Luck...
Read downwards, not to the side,
For the rule of nature, I do not abide.
Lean forth, see the light,
Upon the might, stories ignite,
Carving a path of its own,
Knowing there's a brighter tomorrow
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Plot...
Pain is what you feel,
Being alone with what you fear;
A story you wrote,
A light you sought;
To run, to run and to hide,
To dare the plot, to fight,
Where's the end, I foresee,
An escape from this misery?
LUCK...
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Mind...
Colored dark, or white, or green,
Gray to the might, none to be seen;
A pretentious act, embronzed in We,
Where do I leave, reach the end of the story?
A pallet of words, I place it all,
In the mind, beneath a skeptic wall;
An act acts woven within,
Where would the story end for another to begin?
Plot...
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Will...
Do I will or shall I do,
Is it I, or the world's hue?
Do stars align in favor of a word,
Or does the world align stories 'n' pretend?
May the moon shade its light,
As for the moon's light governs the might.
To the truth, come near,
As for the will, I'll never fear.
Mind...
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Hero...
The so-called Hero reigns in the night,
Diluting his secrets, under a faint light,
A star, deduced from him dreams,
The character developed tugging onto him beliefs
He's a hero, I could claim,
Clocked in the shadows, he retards the flame.
He mightn't fly or see through walls,
Him heart's colors, rather, filled with golden echoes.
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And who's the hero?
I might never know.
Will... <3
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Hope...
I search, I long,
For in my quest, I don't know what's wrong;
I stride, I leap,
Only hope, one I can keep;
I see, I call,
Ladders never to fall,
I arrive, I land,
One word, held in my hand -- Hope.
Hero...
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Verdict
Their parts of the story, everyone could tell,
Verdict of truth, or an absolute tale;
Momentum builds, from the ridges of it all,
No mountains, no hills, within could've stood that tall;
A shade of truth, a shade of light,
spectrum of stories, alluding to the might;
Outsiders to the stories, we all are,
To what we hear, hearkening as far.
Hope...
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Home
I see you looking back,
Things we said, times we lost track;
Flowers bloom, colors fade away,
Not all last, only good ones stay;
Light fades to the dark,
In time those colors'll spark;
one gone, a story untold,
one memory, forever to be hold.
Verdict....
